Right, at some point I decided to stop mentioning the boyfriend. It gave the impression that turning a simple, playful conversation into sad tales of emo woe was a perfectly acceptable wooing strategy, but I was sadly already taken. Also, after you snap at a man, you can go back to borrowing his notes. You can't do that after the significant other freestyle event. And I like to save the "O, if I were not enamoured of my love, I would dally with you, kind sir" for when it's kinda applicable- i.e, heavy duty harmless flirting.
So I saw the first dude I ever flirted with at the grocery store! We were from different cliques in junior high, but we used to bait each other shamelessly. We got about two minutes into a conversation, and then he dropped "wife" like six times. I smacked my head and said "Oh, I'm engaged! I just get so tired of all the wedding crap it slips my mind." (See, this is what I get for leaving "boyfriend" out of significant conversations. Also, least believable truth I've told all day.)
I think I may owe a few emo boys from Physics 7 an apology.
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Jane is always saying she set me on fire. To be fair, she built a fire, we were all standing around it, and it kinda fell on me. No harm done. Perhaps I am misremebering (it was a pretty great new years party) but I wouldn't worry Sr. Azul. Not about fire at least.
That was before I'd learned that the box trick was a bad idea. (We're down to a 40% catastrophe rate.) The part I feel worst about is that I laughed so hard I impeded the extinguishing events.
God, what a party.
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